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I guess your wondering why Sapphire is posting the next chapter of MIB
instead of Raven?

Well, Raven's ongoing story MIB will be moving to Sapphire's Channel
with the next chapter! 

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So, here  is chapter 4 of Raven's M.I.B.
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Chapter Four

Agent J extended his hand to me to help me up off of the bed where I
had first been laying, and then been sitting.  Since the balance of
this body was.....wrong, I excepted his gesture.  When I placed my
hand in his, I was stunned by how much bigger his hand was then mine.
My entire hand fit within his!  A pang of fear gripped me as I
wondered just how small I was.

That question was answered immediately, as Agent J pulled me to my
feet.  As he did, I felt those breasts sway.  Two straps, of what I
imagined to be a bra, bit into my shoulders to support their full
weight against gravity.  I was now standing right beside Agent J in my
bare feet.  He towered over me.  As a matter of fact my eyes only came
up to the level of his mid-chest.  "Holy shit, I'm short," I thought
to myself.

"How tall are you Agent J?"  I asked.

"About 6'2 1/2".....why do you ask?"  He replied.

Without explanation, I then asked, "Then how tall am I now?"

"Denise was just over 5' tall!"  Agent J stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh God! I exclaimed," clearly distressed.  "Before this happened, I
was 6"1" tall.  I could look you in the eye.  Now I can only look you
in the chest."

Agent J grew frustrated with me.  "Look we don't have time for this.
We have to get on the road right away.  Its only a matter of time
before the police and the MIB find us here.  We have to be long gone
by then."

" Look," I snapped back.  "Your not the one who has been suddenly
switched into the body of a different gender, and a different race.  I
at least deserve to look at myself.  Is there a mirror around here?"

Agent J raised one eyebrow, as well as his voice, and said, "Are you
making this a race thing?"

I forgot that Agent J was black.  I would have to tread carefully now.
"No....believe me, no.  Its just that........well you know......its
different.  That doesn't bother me as much as this female body.  Its
constructed like a sexual cartoon.  Someone's idea of a wet dream.
You have to let me get used to the way I look before we go out, so I
can act appropriately.  Not attract any attention."

He sighed, knowing that I was right and jerked his thumb to the right
in a motion reminiscent of hitchhiking.  I followed the direction of
the thumb with my eyes and saw a full-length mirror attached to the
wall.  I walked toward the mirror, and noted the strange, and pleasent
sensation of walking without anything between my legs.  The freedom of
movement was amazing.  The nylons slid against each other between my
thighs as I walked.  The only distressing thing were these tits.  They
jiggled and swayed in an exaggerated manner no matter how I moved.  My
upper arms brushed against the sides of those tits as they moved.  I
paused for a second before I stepped in front of the mirror.  I was
afraid of what the reflection may hold.  I steeled myself, took a big
breath of air, and then.......finally stepped in front of the mirror
to face my new self.

There facing me was the image of a stunningly beautiful black woman.
She.....I had lighter coffee colored skin, but definite black facial
features.  They were so much different then my normal male, caucasian
features.  The nose, though slightly thicker, and wider, was still
upturned and very, very feminine.  My eyes were almond shaped with
very dark brown pupils.  They were so dark they were almost black.
The lips, however, were something else.  They were very thick, and
extremely sensuous. They were the kind of bee-stung lips for which
women usually had collagen injected.  Dark, curly hair, that looked
like it had been relaxed, framed my face, flowing down my shoulders
and back to my waist. The mass of hair was everywhere!   Large hoop
earrings were in the pierced hole of each earlobe, completing the
package.  All in all, I resembled, slightly, the movie star Vivica
Fox, who was in that movie "Independence Day."  However, I was much
smaller and infinitely bustier.

I reached up to touch my face.  My arms and hands were obstucted by
those big boobs.  I consiously had to put my arms to the side of those
boobs, rather than in front to gain access to my face. I touched my
cheeks with both hands.  The reflection in the mirror did the same.
My skin was so smooth.  As I ran my fingers across my skin, I could
feel the long nails upon the surface.  My brain was on overload having
to take in so many new, and strange, sensations.

Despite those sensations, I pulled my hands away from my face to
inspect the rest of my body. The frame was slender, and lithe, except
of course those breasts.  The hips flared out wide, in contrast to an
extremely narrow waist, and flat stomach.  I turned to the side to
inspect my rear-end, and received my second suprise.  My ass was
larger, but not fat.  It was firm and very shapely, but the kind of
butt that is prized on black women.  No wonder it felt like I was
sittng on a pillow!

Finally, after delaying as long as possible, I focused my attention to
those tits.  Not that I could get their ever present feeling and
sensation out of my head.  You are always consious of them, and their
movement, the way as a man I was always consious of the feeling of a
penis between my legs.  It is hard to describe.  I faced front again,
and cupped the beasts in each of my hands.  The reflection did as I
did.  I lifted them to test their weight.  They must have been about
five pounds each.  When I lifted them, I got a temporary relief from
the sensation of pulling on my chest.  I wondered just how big my bust
was.

The pulling sensation was replaced by a new sensation.  I felt an urge
to squeeze and fondle them.  I let go of them, and felt them settle
into their previous resting place.  Then I began to massage and fondle
them.  The reaction was immediate!  I felt two points at the ends of
those boobs, which had to be the nipples begin to tingle, and start to
grow and harden.  It was not unlike the erection of a penis, but much
more sensitive.  It was just as pleasurable.  The nipples triggered a
secondary reaction.  There was a growing discomfort, and feeling of
wetness between my legs.  I was totally swept away into these
feelings.

Agent J, who had to bear silent witness to all of this finally spoke.
"Uh......um.......do you mind?  You're really starting to turn me on.
I don't think I could really stand you taking off your clothes!"

His voice brought me back to myself, and the situation at hand.  I
looked at him.  He had a real look of distress, and restraint upon his
face.  Involuntarily, I don't know why, my gaze shifted downwards
toward his crotch.  Agent J was in the midst of a raging hard-on.
Then I thought about what I had just been doing.  To him it would have
looked like a sexy woman fondling herself; something out of a sex
fantasy.  His response would have been natural.  Hell, if I were still
a man watching this I would have been turned-on.  I looked away
quickly, and said, "Sorry!"

"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."  He responded, as he got up
and practically ran into the bathroom in obvious discomfort.

He was in there for a long time.  However, the sounds coming from
within confirmed what I thought he must be doing.  Agent J was
masturbating to relieve the pressure.  He was masturbating over the
sight of me playing with this body.  It made me very nervious to think
that another man was fantasizing about me, especially in this state.

In order to distrct myself I located the shoes that accompanied this
body.  They were black high-heeled pumps.  I tried them on, and they
fit perfectly.  As I stood there, practically on my tip toes, it
struck me as strange that my feet felt better, more natural, than with
nothing on them.  I tried to walk in them, in order to get used to
them.  It was tough going.  The combination of the overly large
breasts, small body, and high heels made it hard to balance.  Through
experimentation I found that if I swayed my hips back and forth as I
walked, that it was much easier to maintain my balance.  It was kind
of like a tightrope walker on a highwire that has to shift his weight
back and forth to maintain perfect balance. Oddly enough, using this
method I was able to walk fairly easily.  True, the wiggling ass would
attract the attention of any guy following me, but it was a lot better
than falling on my face.

About the time I mastered the shoes, I heard a sigh of relief from the
bathroom.  A moment later Agent J emerged with a smile on his face.
"Ready to go?" He said.

I thought it best not to mention what just happened, so I just
replied, "Absolutely."
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